Flowers

Just beacause it's Friday and nearly the end of January.
Seeing this image at the Dior Illustrated exhibition instantly made me think of this poem.

Flowers

Some men never think of it.

You did. You'd come along

And say you'd nearly bought me flowers

But something had gone wrong

....

It made me smile and hug you then.

Now I can only smile.

But, look, the flowers you nearly brought

Have lasted all this while.

Wendy Cope

Miss Dior 1971

It was a small exhibiton but it prompted many thoughts.

And the minutes, the hours, the days

I've been waiting for the right time to post his poem. The right time occurred last week, waiting in the snow for a bus. I saw three in a row arrive at the same time. Whenever that happens I think of this poem and it takes my mind off the wait. I first discovered this poem whilst I was waiting metaphorically for the right bus to arrive. Thankfully he arrived and the destination was clear.

Bloody Men

Bloody men are like bloody buses-

You wait for about a year

And as soon as one approaches your stop

Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,

Offering you a ride.

You're trying to read the destinations,

You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.

Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze

While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by

And the minutes, the hours the days.

Wendy Cope

red bus